Category: Poetry Book (Page 9 of 9)

Take this hand, my friend
for I offer it as a gift.
Grab hold, be sure in its steadfastness,
Absolute in the knowledge that it shall never let you go.

Be at peace, my friend,
Secure in the fact that you will never be alone,
That in the darkest hour of need
I shall offer light or simply walk with you in darkness.

Be certain my friend,
That as you breathe your final breath,
I will be there with you as you need me to be,
Sure as time stands still as you slowly slip away.

Be free, my friend,
As the breeze blows calmly through the surly grass of time,
Know this for sure-I will be there again soon enough,
To reach out, and hold your hand again.

Time rolls by, we never know,
From which end of time will teach us so,
We find that thing someday we’ll miss,
The beauty of a daughter’s kiss.

Lost in time the avenue,
Teaches us what we thought we knew,
No road we’ve traveled such as this,
The truth is found in a daughter’s kiss.

The things we know we knew not then,
For boys cannot turn into men,
Until they feel this nirvana’s bliss,
In the honesty of a daughter’s kiss.

Do not take for granted thus,
What time shall steal from each of us,
And rather than to seek to reminisce,
Take in each moment of your daughter’s kiss.

Tis strange, this change I’ve found in you,
For as often as the storm clouds shake my soul,
As keenly as the lightning strikes and the thunder roars,
I know above them the sun is always shining.

You say you changed for me?
Does an evergreen become a spruce?
Or a stone become a feather floating in the wind
For the sake of itself or the ground below it?

No, change is uniquely yours, it serves only your purpose,
And purpose is like envy, it is only yours if you say it so,
For a change in one’s nature is like telling the scorpion not to sting,
Or a bird not to fly, or the for breeze not to gently cool your brow.

The Change you say is not really change at all,
Either it is or it isn’t, it cannot be created, it cannot be destroyed,
It is, or it isn’t, it was or it wasn’t
the Truth behind the way things are.

I spent but just a minute
Although it seemed like forever
Gazing at your power, basking in your glow.

I prayed but for a minute
But stayed in that minute forever
Longing for no end, yet seeing it pass me by.

I listened but for a minute
And heard what must be the Voice of God
Whispering ever loudly, the Song I have yet to understand.

As I sleep eternal
Do not cry for me,
Stay happy in the knowledge
That I am where I am intended to be.

Take heart my dear,
That as a newborn baby I am free,
To go where I am destined to go,
To see what I am destined to see.

Please smile my darling,
As you gaze upon the confines that once had me bound,
And do not long for me,
For my feet no longer touch the ground.

Please hold me in your soul,
For there you will never be alone,
Look inside yourself to find my open arms,
And understand, at that moment, all that you have shown.

For I love you,
And that love will never die,
And as clearly as I return from where I came,
I will be waiting for you~do not cry.

This early morning dawn,
Brings some thing out of no thing,
Echoes songs of love, songs of God
Throughout limited time left eternal in the promise of tomorrow.

The boundaries of the flesh,
Brings some thing out of no thing,
As the gift of my soul in flight
Allows my weary bones to find daylight in the darkness of night.

The hand I feel in mine,
Brings some thing out of no thing,
The hope that springs from deep within
Fills the need for forgiveness found in the depths of sin.

Lord, allow me to share
What I am,
No thing from some thing,
Some thing from no thing,
Allow me to feel the warmth inside the presence of cold,
Allow me to see the light in the pits of darkness.
Allow me to hear the music in Your dawn’s early light,
Allow me to smell the green earth beneath my feet
And allow me to taste the nectar of love from within the bitterness of hate.

Lord,
Never allow me to feel so much that I can no longer feel,
or see so much as to blind me,
Never allow me to hear so much as to forget to listen,
or to smell the sweet in such abundance as I cannot recall the sour.

And Lord,
Your humble servant begs of you, never allow me to become so accustomed to the sweet nectar of love as to not hunger for more. Never allow me to forget the pangs of such hunger, as to not offer this meal to others.